Loyola University - Wolf Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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LOYOLA SOUNDS ITS HORN

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CO w CAMPUS Falling leaves weave in mid-air a tapestry of amber, brown and fire orange. The sharp red-brick geometry of Marquette hall shocks the eye against the pure blue of the fall sky. Is it coincidence that our hopes are brightest and our ambitions at their highest flame at that time of year when the white sunlight of summer is mellowing into the gold of autumn, shadows changing from black to blue and late roses stirring briskly in the crisp air? It ' s a good time to begin; and Loyolans return once more to class. Years will pass before the colors of the campus fade from memory: the moment one steps from a warmly lit fieldhouse into the cold blue dusk of December. The April pastels of early flowers and new grass in Audubon park. The graduation procession in cassock black with multicolored ribbons in relief. The brown-green street- cars as seen through the various greens of live oaks, clattering past the emerald green of the horseshoe. And the body of Loyola reflects its soul; to speak as a philosopher, the intellect has its colors, too. A wise nun once observed to her class that God might have put but one food on Earth: cabbages. He might have made one season: winter. He might have given one song. Luckily, He did not, and the world is happier for the Creator ' s love of variety. The university, too, realizes that man ' s soul can be dry if all that he knows is family, or housewifery, or truck- driving, or healing the sic k. It colors, shades, enlivens and widens his soul with a liberal education. It paints on his mind the vivid hues of math, of philosophy, of lan- guages, of theology, of literature and of the sciences. His eye is keened to examine more and more closely the detailed landscape that is this life. And, much as a blind man seeing his world slowly change from greys and blacks to greens and blues, he exults in each new, richer moment and learns to desire more.

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TABLE OF CONTENTS ACADEMICS Administration Faculty Staff STUDENTS Arts and Sciences Business Administration Dentistry Evening Division Law Music Pharmacy FAVORITES Miss Wolf Campus Court Freshman Sweetheart Fraternity Sweethearts ATHLETICS Basketball . Baseball Tennis and Golf Intramurals MILITARY Cadre Staff Battalion Drill Cadet Activities THE GREEKS Sororities Fraternities ORGANIZATIONS Honorary Service Professional Publications Clubs STUDENT LIFE ... Freshmen Dormitories Homecoming Talent Nite Student Government Parties, etc. Classes About the Campus ADVERTISEMENTS A yearbook is no more a collection of pictures than a library is a building full of books. Its essence is something far less tangible and far more meaningful than its material form. For 40 years The Wolf has had the joyful and immeasurably worthwhile task of cementing between its covers priceless moments which, except in the memory, can never in eternity be lived again. So it is duly recorded that during this term, Hootenannys were in and folk songs echoed from the cafeteria to the classroom. Coeds ' hairdos fell to normal hei ght, skirts ' fickle hems hung to the knee and both ROTC and campus queens looked right in boots. Lord of the Flies was the prestige book to read and foreign art movies, heavy on symbolism, were definitely the type to prefer. But these, like the yearbook ' s covers and the library ' s bricks, were mere superficials. The students were remarkably the same: growing up and finding it hard, they struggled from term paper to quiz to Thespian tryout. They wrote news stories, analyzed chemicals and fought to shake off the remnants of adolescent awkwardness at dances. Most seemed to enjoy every moment of these remarkable years, and lined up for blocks to receive their Wolf and keep the years for- ever, ready to be relived at the turn of a page.