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

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And now I make an attempt to recall, for the mere delight of recalling, scenes that somehow I will never forget, scenes that are my very own, part of my being: I remember climbing out of bed on a cold winter morning in the early hours before dawn and crossing to the window. The moonlight, as if it had been watching for this, burst into the room. I opened the casement and moved closer. The night was fresh, bright and very still — with the trees dark on one side of the road, and brilliant light sparkling on the 2AE teammates spur their brothers on. GOD BLESS THEE . . . scenes that are my very own . Gloom of a Sunday afternoon on a party weekend.

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Our primary concern at Sewanee is to get an education. Dr. Joseph H. Parks, chairman of the history department of the University of Georgia, lectures on General Leonidas Polk at the Founders ' Day service. It is difficult to remember all the names and places and to connect all the events of a year, for when one looks back through the haze of time, everything seems to have merged into a long narrative with no real distinctions or lapses of time between events. Trying to describe a year at Sewanee is much the same as an attempt by Picasso to paint a picture in words.

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John Jacob Niles rehearses with the choir in preparation for their concert. The sense is as the life and the soul of language, with- out which all words are dead. Sense is wrought out of experience, the knowledge of human life and actions, or of the liberal arts. — Ben Jonson. snow and the silvery pines which sloped down the hill. Above it to the left hung the grey and purple clouds. Below it to the right on the broken hillside were scattered the silver pines and the ancient and naked oaks that grope their way to touch far down the dark valley. Here is a high lost world of its own, a special world because it is my own. I dressed slowly and left without disturbing my roommate ' s sleep. I TO ETERNITY Everyone lives in a world of dreams, and aren ' t dreams reality while they last?