Pitzer College - Montage Yearbook (Claremont, CA)

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V-K GRADUATION

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Stuart Hawley Young, Jr. Government ASB Secretary; Pi Sigma Alpha 4; Dorm Officer 3; Deon ' s List; Young Democrats Sec.-Treas. 4 A tnaster of minutes and books — neither his own. Only fools have a right to regrets, for they alone derive no benefits from frivality. James Alan Zenner Economic Theory Siddons 4; Investment Club Vice-Pres. 3, President 4; Young Republicans Sec. 3, Vice-President 4 The following members of the Senior Class are at Stanford University this year participating in the Manogement- Engineer program: Roger E. Garriot Donald P. Johnson Stephen J. McGruder Larry H. Maoss David R. Molmberg Joe F. Morshall Thomas F. Nance 184

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THE WASTELAND 1965 By D. L Batchelder, S. D. Belasco, J. B. Sharrar After all, you can ' t expect ment not to judge by appearances. — f. Glasgow Nous sommes si accoutumes a nous deguiser aux autres qu ' enfm nous nous deguisons a nous-memes. — La Rochefoucauld for I. T. O ' Connell ' II migtioi professoio ' Burial of the Class June is RITTER ' s month, breeding Diplomas out of the dead land, mixing CALDWELL and desire, stirring Dull DELERAY with spring FANKBONER. Court kept us warm, covering FEUILLE in forgetful snow, feeding BRUEN with dry reports. SUMMERS surprised us, coming from Kansas With a shower of twang. LERNER stopped in the colonnade, And went on in Sunlight, into the Hubgarten And drank coffee, and talked for an hour. Bin gar kein RUSH, stammering GLAUTHIER — ech VEACH. And when we were children, taking tea at the Archduke ' s, By George, he took CHILDS to visit Daddy at the bank. And DAY was frightened, hie said. Money, Money, hold on tight. And through they went. In the mountoins, there, you, WOLFINGER. REYNOLDS read much of the night, and took SOUTHMAYD elixirs. YOUNG are the roots that clutch. What SAFFRON herbs grow Out of this stony rubbish? SON of ETCH, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken Fountainheads, where HASKINS beats, HUNTOON gives no shelter, TIBOR no relief. And the dry WELLS no sound of water. HECTOR! There is SHIPPEE under that red rock. DAVIDGE sendt das Jeep Der Bier-mat zu Mein marinesche KEEP Was WEISsest du? REGO gave GOULD hibiscus a full year ago; They called McCLASKEY the Hibiscus girl. ' — When MULLIN came back, late, from the Citrus garden, where FORKNER ' s arms were full, WILLIAMS ' ears wet, LOOMIS could not Speak, and PERRY ' s line failed, and they were neither Living nor dead, they knew nothing. Looking into the heart of light, JOHNSON, the mirror. Odd ' und leer das Mirror. Madame Soso, famous chandelier. Had a bad day, nevertheless is known to be the strongest woman at Claremont When with her wicked pack of cards. Here, said she. Is your future, G. R. SMITH, (Here are pearls for your eyes. LOOK!) Here is PEARLMUTTER, playing with rocks. Here is SAHLEN, image of situations. Here is BRYAN with three slaves, and here, CHENEY, the WHEEL And here is J. MORGAN, the merchant, and this future Which is blank, is something SHARRAR carries on his back. Which I am forbidden to see. I do not find ANDERSON Hanging Around. Fear death by tonsillitis. I see crowds of people, BELL, BENKOFSKY, BOONE, BORTON, and BROCK, walking around in a ring. Thank you. If you see dear Mr. Silverhair, Tell him CHINN thinks to himself: One must be so careful these days. Unreal College, Under the brown smog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over Scripps ' Wall, so many. We had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled. And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. Flowed up the hill and down King Midway Street, To where St. Ethel kept the hours. With a dead sound on the final stroke of two. I There BATCHELDER saw one he knew, and stopped him, crying: ' STIMPSON! ' You who were with LIVINGSTON in the gay melee! ' That corpse you planted last year in your garden, ' Has it begun to sprout? Will SOHN bloom this year? Will ever a sudden frost disturb COHEN? Oh keep BUERKI far hence, that ' s friend to men, ] Or with his nails he ' ll dig us up again. 186