Radford University - Beehive Yearbook (Radford, VA)

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Neither rain, sleet nor a hoard ncro« the door will bar R.C. students, from their P.O. Either put a roof on it or call Tom Sawyer.” Ours is a generation of immense growth. Yl'e feel it particularly in the physical growth of our campus. Two-by-four boards, mils, workmen and wet paint are part of our daily lives . . . at first we notice - but familarity dulls our awakeners until a new building is opened, a sidewalk is missing or our favorite tree is cut down. “Ooh what a big hole we have here” 15

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Our days here are marked by the seasons The dense fog of the late fall somehow checks our spirit and causes deep feelings difficult to account for. The snows come and our child-like fascination soon fades into testy adult contempt. Bring us warm months and our spirits will rise into frenzied abandon. We're glad that we’re young. We’re glad for our Spring.

Page 20 text:

 ' Twas the night before Christmas. . . “I want two front teeth . . “Oh, tannenbaum . . By the time we are ready to leave this campus, four birthdays and Christmases have come and gone. We’ve been surprized, congratulated and ignored. We’ve been glad to leave in December and anxious to return in January. We’ve smelled pine, seen colored lights and laughed at our classmates as Santa. Our days before Christmas have been full of the pressures of exams. But when exams have been over, wc have relaxed .. . and our Christmases have been bright. 16