Plymouth State University - Conning Tower Yearbook (Plymouth, NH)

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SECRETARY ............ FRANCES WOODWARD BUSINESS MANAGER ................... GENE STEARNS PHOTOGRAPHERS .......... STEPHEN BEAUPRE PETER WALLSTROM ADVISOR................MR. FERDINAND HELM PLYMOUTH TEACHERS COLLEGE 1961

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Contents and Sponsors Broken across From o fwig'S; I'd liko to get Introduction and Dedication .................................. • Administration and Faculty ................................ 9 Curricula ................................................... 21 Activities .................................................. 39 Snorts ...................................................... 67 ORTIZ One by one ho subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again Until he took the stiffness out of them. And not one but hung limp, not one wos loft For him to conquer. He learned all thcro wos To loom about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully Then he flung outward, feet first, with a twist Kicking his way down through the air to the g So wos I cnce myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be. It's when 'm weary of considerations. And fife is too much like o pathless wood Where vour foce burns and tkkfes with the col And then come back May no foio willfully And half grant whal No to return. Earth': I don't know where I'd like to go by din And climb block bra Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more. And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk But dipped its fop and sot me down again. That would be good both going and coming bock. One could do worse than be a swingor of birches. From COMPLETE POEMS OF ROBERT FROST. Copyright. 1930, 1949, by Henry Holt and Company, Inc. By permission of Holt. Rinehart and Winston, Inc.