Montana State University Billings - Rimrock Yearbook (Billings, MT)

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These are the structures that watch our years, foundations to the time that will be. Brick and stone and mortar, area and space, vistas in which we view the things that have been, are, and may be. Classrooms, corridors and tower: the administration building (above, opposite page) opens vision over the land with books, people, space for knowledge and sight over distance. Library, gym. coffee in the cafeteria, reports, reading, meetings—center of a circle whose circumstance continually expands, its red brick and its lockers and the overshoes in winter, frendliness in the people who populate it and move on somehow different for having been there, informal in its essence but serious in intent — a world in miniature; where we have so little time to master all of it. New but now part of it all—the science building (below, opposite page) mellowing with the labors of labs and the precision of physics; significantly facing the dormitory across a formal bounded space, concerned with formulation and experimentation, but more concerned with those who enter and occupy its areas. The dormitory (above), center of another circle—where day by day routine becomes part of these years that walk between, where talk and teaching somehow merge—here the world of school and another, more determined world first make unassuming contact. yeasM ftetcvem 5

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Certain paths prevail—Pat Berileson. Mary Weast. Charlene Claxton, Phyllis Hedrick. Eldora Walters and Betty Zeil- er (upper left, opposite page) entered more than mere brick and stone when thev ascended those steps before the Ad building, and left behind more than empty rooms, faced more than the valley of the Yellowstone when they paused in passing, perhaps each day. Paths multiply between classes, cross at odd corners, converge upon the locker which gives Eidora Walters and Betty Zeiler (lower left, opposite page) room for impedimentia, time to review responsibility. decide, revise, decide again. This is a homing point, a providential center which can be slammed shut like Pandoras box; a place of ambush, a trysting spot, a backyard fence to gossip over. In the flow of each day an eady forms at the bulletin board—here the future makes itself known to gazers (lower right, opposite page); unseen offices inform. extend requests for interviews; here dates and duties announce themselves. Wait long enough and time brings all to this. And in between, from hour to hour, coffee and coffee-talk in the cafeteria—hum and haw and hello —time kills itself so easilv. and the clock ticks Mary Ann Schoenborn. Joan Sessions. Wilma Dcwlin. Fred Brocker and Mr. Kent (top, right) into the next hour without warning. Other paths, less substantial, lead in and out. circuitously—space disappears when filtered through this box. where the loopholes left in time are plugged with a twist of the wrist by Hermina Laber. Joan Sessions. Lois Freiburger. Lorraine Kcber. Sally Kober and June Berg (center, right). But the labyrinth extends—paths progress, beneath studious feet of Bob Schuyler. Eileen Badgley. Don Woehl. Bonnie Olson. Gene Thompson and Bob Carbone (below, right), toward and into another area; the corridors of the science building offer Bob Schuyler. Eileen Badgley and Don Woehl (below, left) access to mysteries unguessed, unguess-able.