University of Southern California - El Rodeo Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America and to the Republic for which it stands, one nation, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. While embryonic architects spend hours within Harris Hall striving to transfer textbook principles to real-life ivy covered walls or smooth flowing cement buttresses, jurists of the future search for knowledge among the legal documents, the tier upon tier of ancient jurisprudence sheltered behind the red brick walls of the Law Building. We realize, after a moment ' s thought, that lawyers as well as architects are builders. While one is designing a fashionable apartment house or blue-printing a utilitarian factory, the other is seeking information so that we may have better interpretations of the wishes of the majority. and

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On this campus During student days at the L niversit campus l)uildings and landmarks are the unseen background for the bright and gaily colored panorama of college activity. But after graduation, these backgrounds, deeply etched in memory, serve as foundations when we recall those nostalgic ' Remember When days. For those sideline wanderers who have not attended our school these buildings are merely buildings — brick, mortar, and plaster — but to us they are the backbone of life itself, blood, bone, sinew and flesh. Remember when as a lonely freshman you stood staring at the broad expanse of Administratiiui wondering if it were worth all the trouble it took to get into the place? But then a friendh Senior happened along, smiled and asked. Anything I can do? and there you were, a part of it alread . Remember when ( there it is again I you were ready to give it up after a few weeks of Man and Civil- ization ( Miocene — pertaining to the middle division of the Tertiary formation i ? But that gruff, for- bidding Professor, unbending a bit one day. seemed to smile approvingly as you answered correctly a question on the one chapter you had studied — finalh made a B in the course. Time passes — mid- terms — finals — Sophomore — Junior — but wait — not so fast — Remember that rally in Bovard Audito- rium? Certainly was a swell band thev had — cant recall whose it was though and the speaker — really enthusiastic — movie actor wasn ' t he — or a newspaper man. Well, it was in Bovard. And remember — but as each new thought brings up a hundred more, so then may these fragmentary glimpses vibrate the chords of memory and bring to mind the pleasant associations of years past. 10

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in these buildings An impartial observer finds l caiil cmtv ulion . ii artist ' s eye brightens at the (hited eolumns piiardiiii; liic ciiliancc tn liic Fisher Gallery of Fine Arts. Live Oak and Olive trees oril serve to emphasize the ])ortal s classic beauty. The modernists glow with pride to see the shiny efficiency of recently completed Hancock Hall, unprotected save by Mr. Big of Troy. Children are entranced b the little |)e( ple. the clock-watchers and bell-listeners that sparkle in the i(inil of Mudd Tower. College is a rare combination of oMlh ami aj. ' r. if activity and leisure. In such an atmosphere of continual change and movement, the seeds of reminiscence are sovsn. If campus life were stripped of its streamlined flavor, of shiny buildings and youthful associations, it would become a barren plane of time, offering scanty excuse for future recollection. Memories are silent songs, keyed to a pitch of quiet reverie, soft in the voice of a past. The beauty of memory lies in man s art of selectivity. He need not preserve dis- cordant tones, oidy the soft refrains of former satisfactions. Then, as dusts of experience dull recorded thought, he goes about his way, unmindful of these poems until by chance, a word or face throws liack tlie draperies of fond remembrance.