Northeastern University - Cauldron Yearbook (Boston, MA)

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DEDICATION Professor Everett C. Marston plays croquette with a ruthless and cunning passion that appears at odds with his placid nature. He loves long walks, barefooted, on the sands of Duxbury ' s beach. He relished having NEWS and CAULDRON people down to his Duxbury home for a day at the beach and to wash the dishes. He enjoys a cold beer on a hot sununer day. And he cherishes his little black Volkswagon with a pride which surpasses understanding. But this is the day of the hard-nosed, the socially indiflFerent, the emotionally- calloused, and a yearbook dedication should never tell anything about the person to whom it is being dedicated; it should be pregnant with pretty phrases, cute epithets, and prepared cliches. Professor Marston marches to a different drummer, and he would want a dedica- tion in his honor, as retiring advisor to the NEWS and CAULDRON, to foUow that path. He is quietly humorous when the time is ripe; seditiously sarcastic when the time is ripe; and when his heart is touched by a bit of sadness or tragedy concerning one of his charges, the eyes of this man of spiritual hardiness fill with unashamed tears. He, more so than most men, takes getting used to; for it is hard to believe in a person of truly genuine feelings; in a man who, when he asks you how you are, really ca res. He is slow to judge for he realizes that we are not all we seem to be; that we have lived with fear and pity for so long it is hard to experience them any more. It can truly be said of him that he lives through his heart, loves through his soul and judges through his mind. [4]

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Tlir. BUILDERS All are arihiiects of Fate, WorkinH in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and f - ' at, Some with ornaments of rhyme. Nolliin;; useless is, or low; Each thing in its place is hest; And what seems hut idle show Strengthens and supports the rest. For the structure that we raise. Time- is with materials fdled; Our to days and yesterdays Are the blocks with which we build. Truly shape and fashion these; Leave no yawning gaps between; Ihink not, because no man sees. Such things will remain unseen. In the elder days of Art, Builders wrought with greatest care Each minute and unseen part; For the Gods see everywhere. Let us do our work as well. Both the unseen and the seen ; Make the house, where Gods may dwell Beautiful, entire, and clean. Else our lives are incomplete. Standing in these walls of Time, Broken stairways, where the feet S:umble as they seek to climb. Build to-day, then, strong and sure. With a firm and ample base; And ascending and secure Shall to-morrow find its place. Thus alone can we attain To those turrets, where the eve Sees the world as one vast plain. And one boundless reach o ' sky. ' Longfellow ' [3]

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PROFESSOR EVERETT C. MARSTON Aclviior CAULDRON — NEWS