Monmouth College - Ravelings Yearbook (Monmouth, IL)

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Memories of lectures, labs, and labor To know you Is to want you To want you Is to need you To need you Is to love you So to you I say 1 want you 1 need you I love you by Juel Robinz TOP LEFT: Dan Keating checks the results of his experiment. BOTTOM LEFT: Amy Wright leads a discussion on human devel- opment. TOP RIGHT: Dr. Nieman works with Scott Page on the computer. BOTTOM RIGHT: Carol Cox finds interesting mysteries under the microscope.

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■J 1 Ik P ■■k .. .,J M TOP LEFT: Dan Salinas enhances his foreign language skills. BOTTOM LEFT: Mitch Campbell sketches the out- door scenery. TOP RIGHT: Jim Pulliam prefers studying on the floor. MIDDLE RIGHT: Mike Wilson checks his an- swers. CENTER: Eric Ealy gets a head start on his home- work. BOTTOM RIGHT: Ted Maurer finds that studying can often be tiring. Oh yesterday I . . . Rings through my head. Oh yesterday I . . . Puts me to bed. Oh yesterday I . . . Keeps me awake. Oh yesterday I . . . My breath you take. Oh yesterday I . . . Is in my dream. Oh yesterday I . . . How real you seem. Oh yesterday I . . . Tears me apart. Oh yesterday I . . . My broken heart. Oh yesterday I . . . Speaks loud and clear. Oh yesterday I . . . To me so dear. Oh yesterday 1 . . . Will only be. Oh yesterday I . . . Sweet memory. by Dawn L. Dombrowski

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THE BOX The dirty bluish-green paper is peeling off in many places. It ' s cardboard sidings are pulled away from their bindings. The lock and the hinges, though still strong, are rusty. Years of hiding in some musty basement Or some overlooked part of a humid attic Have given it a stale, mildewy smell. It is warped and old. A strip of aged yellow masking tape lies across the lid Bearing my name in thick red letters. 1 call it my personal box and only I have its key. Me. Look inside it, that ' s what you ' ll find. Memories overflowing of my life from six to sixteen: My first prom picture A forgotten collection of stamps. Love Letters (not so forgotten) Eighth-grade graduation cards Pictures from the past, people from the past Awards depicting minor victories Small trinkets and toys And other things. Carefully I look through the items, I read every card and letter, I rub my fingers over the souvenirs from the past. It is as if I am performing some sort of magic ritual In which my box obsesses me and carries me back Through time and I relive my youth. Thank you for taking me to the prom, Joe. I had a super time! He leans over and kisses me lightly on the lips, My knees are shaking so much that it is difficult to stand still. I feel very self-conscious and shy. My husband calls my name, I am startled I stare at him feeling like I have just been awakened out of a deep sleep. The magic is gone and I am back in the present. With a sigh I replace all the items into the box. Smiling, I close the lid and turn the key. by Jane Trotter TOP LEFT: Judy Dewoody adds some color to the heater. MIDDLE LEFT: Tony Pounds goes for a vorld record in weight lifting. BOTTOM LEFT: Su- san Hill, Margie Kerr and Craig Aune practice for the Highlanders. RIGHT: New tennis courts are in the plans for the future. -iiiS tZ! ' ■ ' ' ' ' ' iii; .