Michigan State University - Red Cedar Log Yearbook (East Lansing, MI)

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M. S. C. CAMPUS

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M. S. C. CAMPUS

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MICHIGAN STATE CAMPUS STATELY forest trees breaking the broad expanses of well-kept lawn. Towering pines and lordly oaks, gracefu lly drooping spruce, and spread- ing maple. Majestic structures of brick and stone » » » of thie modern spirit in arcfiitecture » » » quaint little old red brick buildings of an age past, lending a touch of the picturesque » » » meandering paths through ex- travagently colored flower beds » » » broad vistas of shade and sunlight. A wide ribbon of soft grey winding gracefully » » » a sobering theme through this noble symphony of green. This is the beauty that is State ' s campus. But we who breathe this beauty and feast our eyes upon it day after day, smile at any puny attempt to describe what we know cannot be de- scribed. Just be still and know that here nature has spared none of her artistry in creating this glorious scene. Come! Let us go down to the river. hHere on the edge of the campus, turning our backs on the college buildings, we are magically transported out of civilization » » » away from man ' s tampering fingers. Here before us lies a veritable jungle » » » a scene primordial » » » nature in wild caprice, untouched. The winding Cedar curves gently beneath hanging luxuriant green foliage. At places the trees from both banks almost meet over head, leaving only a patch of blue sky visible. At night it is a thing of sinister beauty, dark, secretive, haunting » » » a jungle stream. In the daylight only the number of brightly colored canoes remind one that he is still in inhabited land. In the Winter when most of the trees have lost their green beauty, and everything is covered with a white blanket of snow, a different type of loveliness prevails. Color is gone,- the natural noises are reduced to whispers » » » extravagance gives way to simplicity, the broad sweep fades before delicacy, exquisiteness. The inter-twining of thin snow-lined branches, lacy daintiness. The pervading stillness strikes awe into the on- looker, a feeling that behind this silence lies asleep a powerful giant dream- ing of his next wild orgy in violence. If you have been guilty of passing these things, oblivious of their loveli- ness, shake yourself out of your false sophistication. No need to ask you to appreciate such exquisiteness. Only open your eyes and look about you. Too soon will you have to leave this beautiful spot close beside the winding Cedar ' . When you can look upon it no more, your campus will exist in a precious corner of your memory. Enjoy it actively while you can.