Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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CONTg7s[TS A A VIEWS FACULTY CLASSES ATHLETICS SOCIALS A A Page 9 Page 18 Page 27 ORGANIZATIONS Page 111 Page 145 Page 163

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A small ragged hoy placed a gifts of the wealthy, but for penny on an altar, and high the love that w:is in the above the Christmas bells heart of the humblest giver. chimed — not for the rich hour, another hell rings in a new day and awakens seven hundred sleepy girls. We listen throughout the day for the clanging of the hell m the tower, calling time for hreahjast, class, clia x ' I devotions, lunch, afternoon class- = tell of happenings, great and small. To the cs, mght mail, poor and humhle gleaners, the Angelus and then that ended a day of toil and hegan a time of dll softening -= rest; to a child named Peter the chimes of overpowering a mighty cathedral told of simpUcity and nell. the tocsin love; to the British Empire. Big Ben of the soul, the meant iini ied strength; and to enslaved 7iien everywhere the Lih- erty Bell sang a neiv song, a song of free dom. As people have listened for its mean- ingful ring all through the ages, we too listen and pay tribute to a hell. At sunset as the angelus pealed its message across the fields, weary wor ers paused for a moment of prayer and started the jour ' ney homeward as night shadows deepened- night which meant rest for the weary and the peace of home. Big Ben, unchanging, goes on mar!{ing the hours for a great nation, a nation whose people have endured with patience and faith the hardships and heart- break of war — in its steadiness It is symbolic of British courage and stability. diiDic ' r bell. l ightly activities of study, meetings, hull sessions, go on until the tolling of the curfew. Lights go out one by one; voices become lower A sound hreaks the silence of six a. m., and finally cease. Through the night re- momentarily interrupting sleep. Another sounds the fading tone of The Bell.

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views If as}{ed to describe Farmville to a stranger, we would amt a picture of red hric}{ buildings, white columns, sturdy trees, the Rotunda, and the Colonnade. But in our minds woidd be pictures of the hours spent within their walls, long hours of classes, of reading and studying; pictures of shorter hours of laughing and talking. From that first September day when we walked into the Rotunda to the cold afternoons after Christmas and to the warm spring days, the campus and surroundings became a vital part of a busy scheme of existence. The peaceful buildings are symbols of activities that have made up our college days, symbols of that intangible spirit of Farynville.