Regis College - Mount Regis Yearbook (Weston, MA)

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Tableaux of Tranquillity Seeking relaxation from concentrated study, the Regisite pauses at the spacious Library windows. Before her, lies a scene of idyllic beauty — soothing indeed to her restive glance. Sunlight and shadow— the quiet dignity of the graceful poplar and the royal oak. The broad paved driveways offer contrast to the slender fluted columns on the Parterre, reminiscent of the once-great splendor of ancient Greece. Sunlight reflects from a cloudless sky, bathing the rolling Campus in its warmth and light. Friendly branches offer inviting shade to the wandering scholar. Quiet beauty, color, serenity— nature’s best— our Campus. A thing of beauty — the Tower garden — a joy forever. Framed by gravel walks and rolling green, it presents a sweet-scented picture. A riot of color and dewy splendor, it offers a peaceful haven for an hour of leisure. The impressive Norman Tower rises majestically in the background. Softly swaying trees form an attractive border for the nodding blossoms, sporting their finest raiment to charm the passerby. A carpet of living green, upon which is woven a pattern of floral beauty, unrolls before the wander- ing student. Here leafy buds and flowery bells in Nature’s varying colors are dressed. Here warm sun- beams gently caress the fragrant petals and the air is heavy with perfume. Here is a scene of peace where cares and toil and sadness cease. Beauty — its own excuse for being. Through Regal Columns Nature Glimpsed at Work

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Founders’ Day To melodious strains, the Seniors, dressed in white, with dignified step, reach the threshold of senior- ity. In a peace-filled Chapel, the culmination of three years is real- ized. We are Seniors. The academic cap and gown, time-honored sym- bols of the scholar, are placed on eager shoulders. Silhouetted against the whiteness of the altar we stand, wearing for the first time our caps and gowns. Pride in achieve- ment, hope in the future shine on happy faces. Now we are sharers in the tradition of scholarship. After blessing and investiture, congratulations, sincere and shared, strike a happy note as the first movement of our Senior symphony. Fragrant flowers of every hue form a gay contrast with the sombre black. Blossoms bright with au- tumn dew were wafting celestial perfumes through the air. To us It isn ' t raining rain, it ' s raining daffodils. ’ ’ The transitional moment has come and gone — the climax of our story remains. Pomp, Resplendent Seniors in Procession — Circumstance, Founders ' Day