Millikin University - Millidek Yearbook (Decatur, IL)

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The Times of Your Life at M.U, Selecting a theme for a university yearbook is a somewhat difficult task. An effective yearbook theme is one that can be followed throughout the entire book, from beginning to end, making the book a unified whole. The theme for the 1982 Millikin University yearbook. The Millidek, is The Times of Your Life. We think that this theme perfectly expresses our lives here at Millikin. We each experience different moments in our lives, and the yearbook is one mode of capturing and expressing those many, meaningful moments by means of pictures and words. The main objective of a yearbook is to provide memories of years gone by — particularly your years at Millikin University. This theme vividly captures every aspect of our lives at Millikin in activities, classes, organizations, honors, fine arts, sports, and student life styles. The following passage summarizes time and it s relation to our lives. There is an appointed time for everything, and a time for every affair under the heavens. A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to uproot the plant. A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to tear down, and a time to build. A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance. A time to scatter stones, and a time to gather them a time to embrace, and a time to be far from embraces. A time to seek and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away. A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to be silent, and a time to speak. A time of love, and a time of hate; a time of war, and a time of peace. — Nick Smith Ecclesiastes 3: i- The Campus on the Hill Up the reputable walks of old established trees They stalk, children of the nouveaux riches; chimes Of the tall Clock Tower drench their heads in blessing: I don ' t wanna play at your house; I don ' t like you any more. My house stands opposite, on the other hill. Among meadows, with the orchard fences down and falling; Deer come almost to the door. You cannot see it, even in this clearest morning White birds hang in the air between Over the garbage landfill and those homes thereto adjacent. Hovering slowly, turning, settling down Like the flakes sifting imperceptibly onto the little town In a waterball of glass. And yet, this morning, beyond this quiet scene, The floating birds, the backyards of the poor. Beyond the shopping plaza, the dead canal, the hillside lying tilted in the air. Tomorrow has broken out today: Riot in Algeria, in Cyprus, in Alabama; Aged in wrong, the empires are declining, And China gathers, soundlessly, like evidence. What shall I say to the young on such a morning. — Mind is the one salvation? — also grammar. ' — No; my little ones lean not toward revolt. They Are the Whites, the vaguely furiously driven, who resist Their souls with such passivity As would Quakers swear. All day, dear Lord, all day ' They wear their godhead lightly. They look out from their hill and say, To themselves, We have nowhere to go but down; The great destination is to stay. Surely the nations will be reasonable; They look at the world — don ' t they? — the world ' s way? The clock just now has nothing more to say W.D. Snodgrass 1959 4 Introduction

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