Shippensburg University - Cumberland Yearbook (Shippensburg, PA)

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College Mourns Loss of Two Professors We sit in silent retrospect, paying a mute and humble trib- ute to those professors, Miss Germaine L. Klaus and Mr. Roy ?i Q M. Dibert, whose untimely deaths cast a shadow of sadness over our final college year. Miss Klaus began her career of service and devotion to this college in 1947. As a teacher of modern foreign languages she displayed that untiring zeal which marks a truly dedicated l 1 person. Her interest in her students was unwavering. This college was her home and her life, with her passing, 1 , a portion of the college, too, has gone. Z Within two weeks after the demise of Miss Klaus, Mr. Dibert's twenty- M seven years of service to us came to .sm b an end. No longer would this quiet, white-haired man be seen diligently aiding students in the physics labora- tory, no longer would he be seen walk- ing his ever-faithful dog in the serenity of the twilight hours. His ways were unobtrusive, yet his death has left a void which will never be wholly filled. Miss Germaine L. Klaus Mr. Roy M. Dibert

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Seniors Leave with Retrospect The years have passed, the image has changed. We have reached a point of refer- ence from which we shall proceed and to which we may return for solace in fond mem- ories. Here we stand-Poised, hopeful, filled with the vigor of youth and the joy of living -gazing into the future. Yet this future is not merely a thing of will be, it is a thing of was and a thing of is. We can only hope for what will be, we know what is and re- member what was. As we stand here, tall in the sunlight of knowledge and the gentle rain of growth, we look about us. To our left a blue lagoon ripples in the gentle breeze. We gaze into the faces of each glimmering wave, and each one seems to cast its dancing image on our screens of retrospect. The image of books and class- rooms becomes the shadow of a first love. A sunlit afternoon in spring fades into a snow- ball fight on a starlit night. Hopes, sorrows, joys, disappointments-all these gleam and fade, rise and fall before us and bring a tear to our eyes as we stand here and gaze into the ripples. A passing bird twitters cheerily, beckoning our musings to follow him. He soars through fleecy clouds and lights on a willow branch above a polished, faceted rock tinged with rose. Our eyes are riveted to this glowing mass of shining points. As we ponder its meaning we see ourselves mir- rored in its faces in many varied poses. We see a child reaching out to us, a young girl with pleading eyes, a lad with a smile of gratitude. And we are young and hopeful, anxious to go on. We stand here now at our eternal point of reference, gazing into the green forest be- yond. Someday we may return to fond reilec- tions of pleasant days. But now we must push forward-onward and upward-toward that goal for which these past years have prepared us. The years will passg the image will change. But our reflections of now will for- ever remain in the blue lagoon and rose- tinged rock. 20 I