University of Puget Sound - Tamanawas Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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f'i lf'1J2E07'5'3 Tcrmcrnawas CW 1525 ar-'J Elgrrsiheiifs gliliessztge Urahitinzis q ISTORIC conceptions and usages of colleges are spo- ken of as traditions. They are difficult to define and elusive to name. Yet they are apparent at every turn. They may be compared to Boston ivy covering a wall. The ivy was planted in some remote past alongside of a building because of its nature and disposition. In its growth it extends itself outward and upward upon the wall or building, becoming so associated with its support that they appear as one. In the fall the ivy puts on a gorgeous dress, thus declaring its services and engendering admiration. The season of display is soon followed by quietness. The leaves fall away, thus revealing the extent of its growth during the past season. Then it rests and recuperates itself for a new growth. The springtime sees it pushing out its leaves, under cover of which it stretches its arm to new areas, sinking its tendrils into the wall. Thus it continues year after year, adding beauty to the building which makes it pos- sible for it to express itself. Traditions of culture, scholarship and Christian char- acter were planted beside the walls of C. P. S. by her founders over thirty years ago. Those traditions have grown as each student generation has come and gone. They will become more potent in the college and in the world, as We send forth our graduates each year, in proportion as each student generation accepts and per- forms its part. Seventeen

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f'?il15250F'3 Tamanuwus mU1925UF'3 Eighteen Senior glfztrefnell As the sun sinks deep in the western sea Where the Sll'l.'G7 is tinged with gold, And the lingering hue of the sunset glow The evening shadows enfold, There's a shin out there in the darkness For an unknown port setting sail, Her masts loom tall in the twilight, Her sails unfurl to the gale. In the friendly port she has waited, While four swift passing years Have added their store of wisdom To the mariners' hopes and fears: And now the vessel is sailing Alone out upon that sea, Where the storms of Life are beating, And treacherous shoals may be. And we who are left in the harbor, Though anxious and sad the while, Pray a Bon Voyage for the vessel, And say farewell with a srnileg For we too shall sail on that ocean Some day in the twilight's gray, Since the silver dusk of evening Means sunrise, and with it, the Day.