Wheaton College - Tower Yearbook (Wheaton, IL)

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came the tennis rackets and frisbees. For those students without unlimiteds, just one universal lament—'‘Why, oh why, did | use up all my cuts!” Sophomore and junior girls consulted Mrs. Hock- man and spent their afternoons inspecting house- mothers and rooms. And then it was nearly over. The seniors finally quit moaning about comps and took them. Re- lieved and exhausted, almost the entire class sneaked away to Michigan. Meanwhile, back at the Ranch 4-U, campus organizations emptied their treasuries for one last party. Steak and straw- berry shortcake rewarded a year of making the time to go to too-frequent meetings. Very sunny days brought out more raincoats than convertibles. Girls looked both ways, then left the dorm carrying their towels and Coppertone and talking about how much better that dress for the banquet would look with a good tan. Two words dominated every conversation—''this summer For some, the crucial week of finals closed the year. Others stayed and graduation day climaxed a quartet of college years. A million moods and images; sharp and blurred, red and gray; to be remembered always, to be forgotten before Sep- tember comes a second time. Mass welcome for ‘“‘our guys.’ gs Fourth place . . . the Wheaton Crusaders.

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A year is a line, unbending, sprouted with short, pointing lines spaced one day apart The long lines and the many sprouts— they form the angles. . .. A year compressed and flattened and shaped again until we have the word and thin-penciled picture lines to stimulate the magic that is remembering. |