University of Mississippi - Ole Miss Yearbook (Oxford, MS)

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Somewhere among all the writings of William Faulkner there may be a kind word or two about the physical beau- ty of Oxford and the University of Mississippi. Four years of living here and walking through the seasons has prompted me to put down on paper a description of some of the beauty that I have seen. What I have seen was not discovered through the window of some carbut seen through my own eyes as I walked the town. The seasons seldom hinder my explorations, for each one reveals to me something new. My paths through the town and school are many. Some days my wanderings bring me to secluded streets with beautiful houses surrounded by neatly manicured lawns. Other days I prefer the nature trails behind Faulkner ' s house. I enter the path behind the Kate Skipworth museum and from there I ramble down well marked trails, passing glorious oaks, singing birds, and even a surprised rabbit or two. The trail goes all the way to the back of the Faulkner estate where picnics and photographers abound. They, like myself, are there to enjoy a piece of the beauty that Oxford offers. I walked to town one day with a friend who was a slave to her car. I pointed out an unusual design in a house win- dow, as sign that nobody ever reads, and a tree that had grown funny. She had often passed these sights but had never really seen them. It ' s a shame that so many graduate from Ole Miss and yet never really see where they went to school. It ' s not that hard to see Ole Miss. All you have to do is look, one step at a time. Pam Cumberland Writer 13

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Steve Moore 12 Guest Writer

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Whenever we want to say something that will last, we write a letter. Whenever we have something to say that we really feel, a letter says it best. So what better way could there be to sum up our feelings about the University, about Ole Miss, than to say it in a letter. To Ole Miss: We ' ve changed. In our four years together we ' ve changed we ' ve grown together. In just four years together, you ' ve changed us. We came to you as every new class does bold and boasting on the surface, but timid and more than just a little apprehensive on the inside. Your buildings appeared so challenging, but now they are old friends. Your atmosphere so new, but now so familiar. Yes, things have changed. Remember our first season together? That 3-0 start and dreams of the Sugar Bowl that weren ' t meant to be. And who could forget that first Hoddy Toddy ? We were students, but we became OLE MISS. We became a part of the tradition, a tradition of picnics in the Grove, a tradition of visions of glory, a tradi- tion of OLE MISS. Classes were different. We were college freshmen of the University of Mississippi. We were the cream of the crop, the best of the best, and we were here to learn. But things were tough sometimes. You challenged us as we had never been challenged before. You expanded our minds and gave us the education we need to compete in the real world. But times weren ' t always rosy. We had our problems. More than once controversy reared its head, but together we dealt with it. And we grew. Our opinions were challeng- ed, our beliefs questioned, and our understanding increased. We learn- ed that we must cherish the past but live in the present. We learned and we grew. You changed us, but we changed you, too. In our years together, new buildings were added, new tradi- tions begun, new faces added, and new friendships started. And, oh, what friendships they are. Someone once said if we make a single good friend each year, then we do well. We have made a friend in OLE MISS and made friendships at OLE MISS. You brought us together from across the South, you gave us a common bond; You gave us each other and we gave ourselves. We will remember these and many, many more things, but we will always remember you. You will be remembered as the Lyceum, the Grove, the Circle, and the Union. You will be remembered as the Stadium, the Coliseum, and the cheering crowds. We will remember you each time we hear Dixie , each time we see a college friend, each time we see the diploma on the wall, and each time we use what you have given us. You will be remembered as we pass the tradition on to the next generation. We came to the University and we now leave, but we are and will always be Ole Miss. Ronald Scott Russell 14 Guest Writer Kappa Alpha Thetas .