Nebraska Wesleyan University - Plainsman Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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ii« ;«: ' .- ' «A - At the feet of the great teacher dancing sunbeams flicker through prismatic surfaces and radiate the steps and hallways with vari-colored shadows. Stalwart sons and fair daughters of the plains seek wisdom and culture through the idealism of a Christian college. Plainsman

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GOLDEN SILKS OF YELLOW CORN, APPLES RIPE FOR HARVEST HORN. GOLDEN SQUARES OF COEDS PLAIDS, JEWELLED PINS ON COLLEGE LADS, GOLDEhJ PRINT ON THICK RED TOMES, BREATHLESS HEIGHT OF SHINING DOMES, GOLDEN LEAVES IN AUTUMN ' S WAY, SUN OF GOLD AT END OF DAY. Sally Deane. Assistant Editor Betty Walker Fifty years ago Nebraska Wes- leyan was founded. Fifty years ago a group of pioneer idealists with clairvoyant vision built upon a barren Nebraska prairie a struc- ture of red brick, lifting its grey slate roof into the glory of a prairie sunset. Within the corner- stone they placed their dreams for future .generations. Beneath the arch of the southern entrance of Old Main they engraved a prayerful inscription — Let There Be Light . — The plea was answered in fresh, new mortar at the length of the hing hall— . nd There Was Light. The winds of autumn have lieat upon those walls, winter snows have drifted against its proud height, spring rains have drenched the ivy which clings and shivers there, — and the words are scarcelv distinct now. r But engraved in the hearts of the students and faculty of J fifty years are the aspirations of the pioneer builders, — Let There -,— -y i-Be Light — And There Was Light ■:i JU - — --f ) ,4t., J, Co w Charles Sharp 9 o w y Delmar Nuetzman K :..r-. ■I. ' MARG.-iRET Jensen Editor Chester Marshall PnsiiiPxs Manager Autumn, 1937

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LINES TO AN EDUCATION by the Editor From the edftor ' s window one may see The ageless leaves of wind-tossed ivy clinging to the bareness of a red brick wall; The solemn whiteness of village church spire merging into a scarlet splendor of autumn sunset; The blinking eyes of a small metropolis wear- ing a dress coat of black velvet darkness — One may hear The metallic mutterings of typewriters scurry- ing to meet the deadline ; The triumphant proclamation of chapel organ caressed by slender fingers; The buoyant, care-free laughter of co-eds, hand in hand; The nervous, sharp clatter of high-heeled slip- pers, and sombre padding of crepe-soled shoes - And one may feel — The vibrant, kaleidoscopic pattern of a college campus, silhouetted against a backgrond of autumn leaves. Pledges carrying evidences oj subordina- tion, upperdassvien proudly flaunting ban- ners of superiority, loyal students rxinning, tripp ' .ng, shouting, laiighing, rallying around Old Main. These, too, may be seen from the editor ' s loindow. Autumn, 1937