Rhodes College - Lynx Yearbook (Memphis, TN)

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Rap Of Ages By R.C. Wood A poly-gabble among alumni of Southwestern, featuring themselves, with current students as interlocutors and chorus. The scene is unlikely, the characters bogus. Time: Alumni Day, 1980. Man of ’30: Young man, would you point the way to Clow Hall? Senior: Cluff’s the building directly on your left. Are you looking for some particular room? 30: Yes, Room 200, | believe. Some of us survivors of the class of ’30 plan to face the shock of seeing each other over coffee, that is, if any of ’em come. His Wife, ’34: We’ve got another thirty minutes till the time. Not much need to hurry. 30: My wife was ’34. So much younger she, and yet she accuses me of speeding things. Senior: Sir, if you'll just wait a little bit | want to get my girl friend and another . friend or two to talk with you two about ... ‘ 730: Old times? Martha, we’re in luck. This young man requests Our memories, can you believe that? Wife: It’s never happened to us before. But maybe your fiftieth s a little special after all. The generations pass each other glassy-eyed most everywhere, but now this. You sure you’re not official greeters here? y

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Senior: No. | was headed for the library to get material for a paper. But there is something that connects me to you: | had a grand-dad, class of ’28. He died just short of having his reunion. He used to tell me how it was to move the college here from Clarksville, where he started as a freshman, how nice it was to go to school with girls here in Memphis, stuff like that, you Know. | miss him now. 30: If he was ’28, I'd probably know him. We were really small then. His name? Senior: Cleatus Miller. 30: Why, sure. His reputation overshadowed ours for years. He won a big debate at Yale. We took pride in that, I'll say! Senior: Please wait. I'll be back here right away. (Exit) Wife: | wonder how long ‘“‘right away”’ will be. Well, it’s a lovely day. time melts, Papa, we did a little walking hand-in-hand right over where we're sitting now. | think. 30: Pretty daring thing then, freshman girl! Ah, here come two others wearing tags. (Youngish-looking but white-haired man approaches side by side with a thin, long-haired man uncomfortably wearing a too tight collar and tie.) Older Man: I’m William Akers, 1950. This is Martin Hundley, class of ’70. We’ve just met. | see you’re of the golden year. So fit. | don’t think I'll make that one.