Marquette University - Hilltop Yearbook (Milwaukee, WI)

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All reach out. Grab a handful of iron. All strain. Pulled by the grip of the steel rash which twists muscle with mind. Motor Sports display their masters on the lawn. The roaring purr is dead in the morning. It cries for power in the afternoon. Nighttime the pain is gone. The anxiety is released on the Avenue. Day is done. Day begins. A hose down rub around readies power for students to view and awe. Grease covers all cranial fire. The show is on. The crowd gathers. The engines purr. The streamlined stylers hold their own on the Union-Biltmore lawn. The crowd is amazed—certainly the day will be a success. Behind the Union, in the corner bar, in a smoke-filled apartment, in a quiet suburban home, that is where the dream of Motor Sports changes from a haze to a clear focus. The engines will roar. The rally will be a success. The decision will be made in a dream. Either the nearest track or the nearest highway will fulfill that machine. But, if all else fails, the Avenue is still the best of all.