Seattle Pacific University - Tawashi Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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Professor McNichols, advisor Bonnie Brown, assistant editorg Mac Willems, editor's consultant Social: Cynthia Lewis, Pat Administration: Miriam Rowland, head, not pic' Smith, Burton Stemen, tured: Sandy Swanson head, Marge Richards, Anne Spiedel Photography: Steve Petterson, head, Laurel Kenney IZO Athletics: Lyle Wahl, Sandy Wesolowski, head, Lorin Brown Organizations: Dianne Meadows, Julia Pickard, Charlotte Brown, head.

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finden! Poetry THE SQUELCH One autumn day a crimson leaf Twirled gaily to the ground And settled on the rolling lawn XVhieh spread out all around. You know, the leaf said to the grass, I rather miss my view: It seems to me a dreadful shame To join the likes of you. The grass replied in proud disdain, Be silent, silly thing- Your drying carcass mars my lawn: But go on-have your fling. ln winter snow will cover me, But spring with joy and mirth W'i1l bring me back to life again, As you form rotted earth. -Marcia Reierstad TI-IE PROMISE OE TI-IE SUNRISE The sunrise spoke to me one day And promised just one little thing: A love undying, brave and true, Forgetting to tell what I must do. I blindly walked the blissful way, Unknowing of the snare that lay Awaiting at the highest peak To trap me fast and make me weak. But trapped I was that fateful day, As the golden sunshine turned to gray, And the promise then became a curse As I held my heart as I would a purse. The sunrise had forgotten to tell That before the feeling of love could swell, Time must conquer the watchful will OE the one whom I wished no ill. My heart cried out with pain, For a love that was in vain: At last my cruel fate was nigh As I held baelt my last goodbye. But the gray brought forth reality, Clad in gentle tranquility. And peace at last did reign, VVhere love for a time had only lain. -Marleen Thompson CHOICE A handsome prince of far Levant Ascended to his father's throne And thought he never would want 0 . . . 5 ,Q 0 Since rule and riches were his own. A And prudent in their action The prince might still be sane as you Except for one distraction Each nicht he passed the harem door 'N I . I I-Iis counsellors were wise alndtrue, y , I ily .Q If ' ' ' If V D 7 . . . ' And sich A thousand wives within The courtiers smirlced: the ruler wept, And where, pray tell, should I begin? ' -Ralph S. Carlson 0.- II9

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