Samford University - Entre Nous Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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,i milf 1' I 5 Spring came. The work was resumed. The 'Y Q F iw 'E 3 gy f walls went up, still slowly. Ther n' is no werkman whatever he be, That may both werken wel and hastily. Chaucer V ' '- TTTTT7'TTWM ':2W:W'f ':f'TF'T'A'Tf'i'T-KTTH Y - .I - Q. Y ' : . 1 l ,. f' X Q 3 , I - Q ' ' . I We lived with the whirr and growl of the movement forward. We awakened to the rumble of trucks and cats. We moved in the rhythm of the crane. Man goeth forth unto his work and his labour until the evening.' --Psalms 104:23 The mechanical laborers bit into the earth and spit forth from the Mud Bowl tons of rock and dirt. We waited so impatiently for the old campus to be sold. Would we have one floor of the gymnasium in the fall, or would the entire structure lend itself to play? 5' 4 .n-..l'-I PL.:

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Music, music, everywhere. Oh, how our ears did ring I ' -re '- Music, music, everywhere. When will she learn to sing? I ' Inn 1 lllll ll III . ll Ill 1 in my it The Fine Arts building progressed so slowly. Fingers of ice, picket lines, and rivers of rain held the workmen from their job. Everywhere ears suffered the tortures of music students' practicing, with only a moment's ease when accomplishment was attained and a concert was heard. Where is the pride of Summer, - the green prime, - The many, many leaves all twinkling? - three On the mossed elm, three on the naked lime Trembling, - and one upon the old oak tree! -Hood Through the goodness of a trustee of the College, W. Clarence Gardner, hundreds ot live water oaks were set out. Closely following were planted magnolias and conifers. Shrubbery sprouted in patches, compliments of Dodd Nursery of Mobile in memory ot Mrs. Tom Dodd, Sr. Murky brown quicksand oozed at every sidewalk's edge. For the rain, it raineth every day. -Shakespeare Then the trucks rolled in loaded with blocks of sod, and the sections were placed over the brown bother.

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FROM MUD TO MAY we wandered across this strange and barren place. We looked ef. with apprehension on an alien land. Then we felt the budding arms of the trees, the bright shoots of the grass, and the odor of freshness and newness shyly stroke the chords of our hearts. A melody reluctant to come swelled into a love song. Our negativism was not ural, but not justified. The discord that we voiced evened off day by day. Our eyes came to behold, not a burden, but a promise in these stones. The love song we rehearsed until it too swelled into a greater tune. lt burst forth with the breath of Spring and moved in tempo to become a march, a grand march- The Forward March