Rollins College - Tomokan Yearbook (Winter Park, FL)

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' Jane Russell being happy in a manner that can be heard for miles an miles and miles and miles . . . . relaxation between classes . . . . familiar rattle and clank of Elbow and his bike . . . . first of the month at Mr. Brown ' s office . . bleachers . . . the bleachers covered with people from everywhere . . . except Rollins College . . . Shells cutting through the water . . . shining oars . . . silence except for the chant of the coxswain. . . . The bonfire . . . with freshmen dancing about it in brilliant pajamas . . . the fire writh- ing in the sky . . . shedding sparks . . . fantastic shadows . . . and the flickering light that sucks the color from everything. . . . Gyps y Fiesta in the spring . . . colored lan- terns . . . gaudy booths . . . fortune tellers and dinner on the lawn . . . George Fuller and the Mule Cart players presenting . . . And the cold nights at football games . . . clouds of vaporous white breath . . . Sue, Tommy, and Tita shouting themselves into a hoarse illusion of a whisper . . . The trip to Harper ' s to warm up if the night was cold . . . the trip to Harper ' s to cool off if the night was sultry . . . the trip to Harper ' s to celebrate if we won . . . the trip to Harper ' s for consolation if we lost. . . . The Phi Delt house, still jeweled with lights at dawn . . . and the chatter of the typewriter and the soft melody of a radio keepin g the burner of the midnight-Mazda company . . . The crowds parading into the Annie Russell theatre for first night perusal . . . diamonds, stiff shirts and hurried cigarettes between acts . . . the coughing in the audience . . . Hilde- garde and the programs. . . . . . Levy, truck in ' up the Jacob ' s Ladder of Fame . .

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and a few disappointed ones • ■ Cathie, and the overdressed statue of the Cat, symbol The combat of sharps and flats that issue from the conservatory ... a jumble of orchestral in- digestion that is music when separated and analyzed . . . The smug purring of motor boats in the night . . . Sunsets with as many moods as a prima donna . . . fabulously colorful . . . like garish post cards . . . and the flame vine smoldering in pine trees that sway in the breeze. . . . Chapel on silver-blue mornings . . . the service conducted by students . . . the chant of the Lord ' s prayer . . . whose crescendo sends chills scurrying up your spine . . . choir boys and girls . . . a splash of blue and white . . . the only church for miles and miles that consistently turns away a crowd on Sunday. Rainy days, which the catalogue didn ' t mention . . . with lasses scooting about in brilliant cellophane wraps . . . looking for all the world like a burst rainbow . . . The mob of freshmen around the mail box every afternoon . . . Dear family, having wonderful time. Wish you were here. 1 am well. Thanks for the check, but next time could you send a little more? So many books, you know. Love and kisses. . . . Moo-moo, milk and Mort . . . conversation with crackers . . . Norrine looking pensive . . . Spickers yawning . . . orange juice and ginger snaps drained bottles huddled on the table. . . . Founders ' week, and the Animated Mag . . . streets seething with cars . . . the baseball field covered with Trickle trucking on the steps demonstration of proper breathing . . Prof. Pierce presiding . . Hi ' . . Prof. Kins ' er, much :e to be teaching a subject like Physics -II-

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. . and lithe bodies, shufflins . . Gay multi-colored lights in the trees at the K. A. dances by the lake ... the babbling of the fountain . . . laughter and soft music . . . Getting out of class at twilight . . . Thursday night candles and steak . . . Organ Vespers . . . the solitude . . . the complete retreat from the earth as the music wraps about you . . . Bus Erie, subtle suggestions of shadow, and the stained glass windows. . . . The dinky gasping along, self important with the knowledge of all the lectures she is interrupting . . . the buildings trembling as if with fear . . . the students shaking with laughter at the Prof ' s expression . . . The soft torture of the morning bugle that seeps in- sidiously into a dream . . . waking to drowsily contemplate the merits of cutting class . . . then either oozing back into sleep, or stumb- ling out of bed . . . sliding into your room mate ' s clothes . . . half heartedly brushing your teeth . . . trotting over to breakfast . . . Hearing alarm clocks that chatter from the Dorm windows . . . unconcerned, undisturbed as their owners. . . . Tita sitting on a table on the porch, scrib- bling down names . . . Coffee, eggs, and sleepy eyed Cloverbloom girls . . . bare legs . . . Hair still neat with the memory of recent in- timacies with curlers . . . lasses carelessly lip- sticked . . . meticulously toe nailed . . . Elsie dawdling with her coffee ... Si, his lashes . . choir boys and 3 ■ rl s . . a splash of blue and white . .