Towson University - Tower Echoes Yearbook (Towson, MD)

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THE TOWER LIGHT Youth My eyes lingered on that face! I knew she once had dreams Of happiness unmarred By petty things-or scarred by Life. And yet she stands here! Dreams tumbled about her feet! She has but an empty shell, But one could not tell by her face. Visions have clouded. g Life has not proved too kind. Yet perhaps she's happier Than I with these dreams of mme, awaiting Life. 9:0 , Age She was old! Silver hair, Sweet face, Hearing almost gone. Yet, there throbbed a heart I knew had done its part for others. She drifted back. Seemed quite sad. Her life had been Just one of little things. Rejoice! The big things are for self. The little things bring wealth To others. Life Love's warm tender glowg Intelligence's lightening of timeg Friendship's ever sweet understanding, And Eternity's whispering softly of the Divine All are Life. 6

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THE TOWER LIGHT Beyond supplying tools and maintaining well-being necessary and appropriate for wholesome living and effective service, possession of Wealth or power would not be turned to private benefit, but would be held in trust for society as a whole. Men would not consume resources simply because they had inherited or had seized them. Surplus resources would be available for improving the common lot, and for seeking out ability and Worth wherever they might appear and giving them oppor- tunity for development. fEDlTOR,S NOTE: Dr. Arthur Morgan of the TVA was formerly president of Antioch College.J Triad In Autumn, Dancing leaves Sway and caper In the ecstasy Of the tune of the winds. A Tremor, Pulsating, Ascends gayly, Rustling bough and leaf: Each a theme of music. The Forest:- Home of trees Ever singing Leafy tone-poems, Nature's works unequaled. H. B., Senior III. 5

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THE TOWER LIGHT Why Should I Think I'm Great? I can stand up tall on tiptoe Arms stretched very high But I cannot reach the sky. I hear the organ's full rich tone And know my voice is but a reed Which cannot reach another's need. I feel the sod beneath my feet. Within that sod there's wealth untold I have no power to unfold. Why should I think I'm great? ELIZABETH MCINTYRE. oze Maturity A child I Was, and full of faith in life, Real faith in God, and man, and you, who held Unknowingly, the strings to open up my heart To all the beauties of a golden world. With soul as trusting as a mother's eyes, I placed into your waiting hands my love. Real love it was, pure, true, and full of hope That I might make my very life your own. You smiled and all my baby dreams came true. I breathed those days of ecstasy unknown Since that sad night so many years ago, When you kissed my cheek and left me there alone. She's just a childf' I think I heard you say- But God was kind-for I grew up that day. AN ALUMNA. 9:0 Writing is like laughter. To be genuine it must come from within a man. The power to write well cannot 'be handed over to us by the best teachers, it cannot be extracted from any or all of the books in the library. It is simply the expression of ourselves, the externaliza- tion of our minds, imaginations, hearts. 7