Salem College - Sights and Insights Yearbook (Winston-Salem, NC)

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PROLOGUE Light is the symbol of trutli. Believing this we come to this place in this time. We looked about us and there was truth, but untruth was present . . . and fear . . . and doubt . . . and anxieties . . . and laughter . . . and friendship . . . and excitement . . . and success — in the shadow of the light. We moved into the shadow and wandered for four years. Often it seemed that our wandering went in a circle like the halo of the candle Ijut not so steady; often it was a labyrinth: it was dark. In the beginning, we found that truth was precious and obscure and new. Our old ways might help us but this new darkness was a foreign place. Seeking we turned to a roonnnate and a friend and found companionship in our darkness. There are other girls and they wonder ... in a lab. in a term paper, in a letter home. They wonder ... in the midst of a fraternity party, under a hair dryer, at an all night booking session, in a required assembly, in a Christmas card from Dr. Gramley. They wonder . . . watching a cigarette burn through a filter. A faculty member hands us truth and we ' re frightened by it. A young man hands it lo us and calls it the joy of love. A classmate hands it to us and it is understanding and warmth. We stare at this oblong blur and know it to be awesome, secure, and complete. Finally, we give the oJdong blur finite lines. We light anotiier candle. We lean back to appreciate the glow of our candle. A girl taps us on the shoulder. Startled — we had not known she was there — we turn. There are many candles — slender, stately, crooked, tallowed: It is no longer dark.

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DEDICATION . det sliudders from tlie impact of an open palm pound- ing repeatedly on its battered surface . . . the emphasis of a point he wants to make ... a chair groans under the continuous movement of its occupant ... up and down and up again . . . a piece of chalk breaks in his hand and receives vehement criticism, because he always gets bad chalk ... a blackboard bears strange white marks that represent his written conuiuinication with his students . . . the smallest brown loose leaf notebook contains his notes on material he wants to give his class . . . small pages with even smaller handwriting ... a meager outline of great knowledge of his subject . . . this is his classroom, his subject, his profession . . . constant move- ment symbolizing energy and enthusiasm that must express itself. A bit part in Senior Follies ... a muscle-sore athlete on FITS day . . . gruelling three-hour sessions with the Faculty Advisory Board . . . a sincere interest in our affairs and proiilems ... a deep confidence in our maturity and aliility ... an open disappointment when we fail him and fail ourselves ... a frankness and honesty we respect and appreciate ... a concern for Salem and its growth . . . for us and our growth . . . a continual urging for us to become aware . . . aware of ourselves . . . aware of our world . . . energy and enthusiasm that must express itself. A childlike grin and a polite shyness . . . a voice that speaks with warmth and echoes of Virginia . . . feet that shuffle down the hall at a slightly pigeon-toed angle . . . khaki pants a iiit too short and blaring ties ... a round tinnniy that persistently pokes over a well-worn bnlt . . . shaggy, sandy hair and tortoise shell glasses ... a complete dishevelnient that grows into an endearing uniqueness and charm . . . we, the Senior Class, acknowledge our grateful- ness and love, A. Hewson Michie, Jr. 10