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

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% m IV, During eight fine games we watched drudgery of learning, and its quick exhilaration, too. They will say there ' s an eagerness in it, but also a dread some- times. Some march through stolidly, unyielding, unchanging, some sneak through, others wrestle with it. still others exalt in it. But one thing stands out sharply: it ' s there for the taking. They will tell you of the life they lead — how it ' s hard sometimes when the lurking grey fog steals out to smother them and when raw wretched cold smacks them down. Work to be done, when is there time? For sure, there ' s no relief inside. It ' s damn hard, then. But wait until the springtime. Pale green and the best weather under the sun. You walk and everyone celebrated. t ' . ' -- . HORSF - -LLftJ KT v S « S t¥-y r - 1 .Wi d «Hp?aHP ' f? ■ i ' ' — ■ y V-. ■ - i k ivf ; ? ' ktj --N ' : M ■Wff and they watched

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Having stumbled in my youth upon certain paths . The Dean usually has a few words to say. Sometimes a lecture is only the beginning. have more intelligence and more seriousness than most. But for the most part, there are all kinds: the gentleman, the boor; the scholar, the bum; the romantic, the cynic; the Christian, the pagan. You ' ll find them anywhere and you ' ll find them there. If you let them continue, they will tell you it ' s a place for study: hours of painful toil spent for nought, cheap suc- cess, genuine accomplishment. They will tell you of the slow

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Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks, Why all this toil and trouble? THERE STORMS OF LIFE BURST NOT, NOR CARES INTRUDE with a lovely girl, laughter and light blue sky are a lovely world. Yes, I suppose that that is Sewanee. I did come and I have passed four years there. Certainly you can live a lifetime in four years. And in the years to come those years will be ever alive in the am of what was. As another said to me, You should be grateful. You should be grateful for the spring and for the daffodils in the meado ws, green stems with white cups. It was the morning of your lifetime when you were young and new for under- standing. Up! up! my friend, and quit your books Or surely you ' ll grow double . . . ■ William Wordsworth II