Southeastern Oklahoma State University - Savage Yearbook (Durant, OK)

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Southeastern Sute College, in the year 1946-47, hat been a peaceful institution, marked by activities and memories such as those recorded in the 1947 Savage. But the prevailing atmosphere of peace which has characterised cam pin event muat be greatly attributed to the loyalty of fighting men and women who roae when the occasion de- manded to serve as protector of that peace. 1028 men and women listed on the rolls of Southeastern unselfishly offered their iktmict. Their travels covered the globe. Their records gained glory for ihtir institution. Their hearts were joined in their pursuits by those of their associates, friend gained at Southeastern. Thirty-two men found a peace untouched by the most exalted of earthly pleasures. The realiiation that they have received their just reward «till doe not fill the void left by their absence. To these, then, the 1028 who gave of their youth, their spirit, their lives, and to the memory of the thirty-two whose spirits are already enshrined in the glory of their country and their loved ones, this book is humbly and respectfully dedicated. Warren G. Collins William E. Grumbles J. W, Dodson (Juenton Montgomery Charles Frankliu Moody Lusby Charles I icke Jaroid Byrom Moran Morris William Lambden Kiriiard Moore Charles Lucas L. B. Pool Wesley Carter W. C. Seago Randall Cotton Earl IjtVemt Sharp Cherry Pitts Roy Grant James White Floyd Grant Clinton Murphnt Leo Shull Edward SetlifF [.eon Pollard Bruce 0. Gooding John R. Steel L Hugh M. Hall Jack T. Parker Evan Dhu Ctmeron, Jr. A Noble Flynn Denton Collier

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The Savage The Official 1946-1917 Yearbook of Southeastern State College Durant. Oklahoma Published h Ihe Sit up- Staff fur llir Stiulrut B« ih thpiitzalittn i f Southeastern State College. Ihir.inl. Okl.tlhtrtui. in the spring of M)I7.

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I 676 high flight Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth, And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings; Sunward Fve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth Of sun-split clouds—and done a hundred things You have not dreamed of—wheeled and soared and swung High in the sunlit silence HovVmg there Fve chased the shouting wind along and flung My eager craft through footless halls of air. Up, up the long delirious, burning blue Fve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace. Where never lark, or even eagle, flew; And, while with silent, lifting mind Fve trod The high untrespassed sanctity ot space. Put out my hand, and touched the face of God. John Gillespie Magee, Jr.