Montclair State College - La Campana Yearbook (Upper Montclair, NJ)

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YOUR MEMORY BOOK No part of this book is devoid of memories. A never-ending parade of them, some good, some bad, some humorous, some sad, will pass before your mind ' s eye each time you turn the pages. One perusal will not ex- haust the supply, nor will you be favored with the same set of mem- ories at any two sittings with the book. A thousand hours will find hith- erto neglected memories forcing themselves to the fore. A circle of your classmates, in glancing through the pages with you, will add mate- rially in recalling new-old ones. Test these last two statements from time to time — this will greatly enhance the value of the book. CHARLES W. FINLEY CHARLES W. FINLEY Dean of Instruction

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SALUTE TO SENIORS Artists and poets dwell upon fan- cies, dreanns and visions. These are sources of pleasure, inspiration and creative endeavor. What is the social worker, the teacher, to do with his visions of the eager eyes of youths against a dark background of genera- tions striving for light? From what are the pleasures, inspirations and achievements of man to spring if not from the mind ' s eye or such stuff as dreams are made on? The richer the teacher ' s background and the clearer his vision, the greater the achievement and its accompany- ing joy. So we salute our Seniors! Each age is a dream that is dying. Or one that is coming to birth. HARRY A. SPRACUE. HARRY A. SPRACUE President 10

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FROM MY WINDOW Scudding clouds, fleecy, pale gray Against the blue-black of the sky — The wind has risen With the setting sun; The winter moon leans on the hill. Clear cut, like an artist ' s etching, My old sassafras points toward a heaven Bright with stars. The great city ' s myriad lights Gleaming in the distance. Row on twinkling row, Mark straight streets, slim spires. In its course, a great beam Sweeps the heavens in a majestic arc. Red lights drip down the horizon. Oh, manmade marvel of the passing years, Gleam as you will this winter ' s night. You only serve to make me know The marvel of my sassafras tree, The starry heavens — And God MAUDE L. CARTER MAUDE L. CARTER Dean of Women 12