University of the South - Cap and Gown Yearbook (Sewanee, TN)

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if w The things you like to remember often happen so quickly and simply that you are not certain afterwards that they happened at all. It may be a garden, a camellia in bloom, and you are walking slowly with the one you love and understand. You pause together and look a long time at an early spring flower, and these are the things worth remembering. J? We are forced to go, but they haven ' t got us marching yet. EVER BE Roadtrip How slow the Shadow creeps: but when ' tis past How fast the Shadows fall. How fast! How fast! Hilaire Belloc

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Those never-ending meetings MY GLORIOUS MOTHER The cheers and shouts of rush week. Suddenly one realizes that Sewanee is a place where a person finds himself. Some have found themselves, most have acquired a sense of belonging. Sewanee is not an easy place to love nor is it an easy place to know, but it does give a person the necessary identity with life to know and feel the ultimately important things. Pep rally starts off football weekend. Freshmen orientation never seems to end.

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. . . quiet confidence in things that will come in time . . . Campus leaders exemplify the school spirit. I look back over a year at Sewanee and I see many things and they all have a personal meaning. I watch from my w indow as the wind whisks soft swirls of snow across the yard and piles it against the grey stones of a wall. I see Shapard Tower bathed in the golden glow of the autumn sunset. I walk the paths of Abbo ' s Alley in the fall with the brilliant leaves crackling under my feet and the majestic grey sky overhead. I remember the overhanging scarped cliff with its trailing vines and its dark shadows. I want to go on, but I can ' t go on because I still can ' t decide whether the leaves floating on the stream, like little children ' s boats, or the sun settling toward the western mountains is the more beautiful. I walk on up the path, slowly at first, trying to see and remember everything. The sun is behind me and my long shadow stalks ahead, and I seemed to carry a tower of darkness with me. I tell myself to go forward and meet another year, yet I know what is ahead of me and it is difficult. I WILL GIVE Leaping Lizards — The annual fresh- men Cake Race.