Wheaton College - Tower Yearbook (Wheaton, IL)

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FORM Joel Sheesley and a stat1on wagon full of students takmg a summer study tour of museums and small gallenes of art COLOR After frndmg out whlch college or umverslty we were staylng at for the mght we were each pretty much on our own for meals srghts and subways The major museums gave us a better v1ew of what we had only seen 1n books before But they were drv compared to the small gallerles that showed whats really happenlng today ln art The hours of standmg 1n concentratlon got to be emotlonally exhaustmg LINE from Chlcago to Toledo to Cleveland to Boston to New York C1ty to Phlladelphla to Washmgton to Prttsburgh and back ln three weeks of July and August TEXTURE Slttrng 1n front of the Jackson Pollock ln the Museum of Modern Art CNew Yorkl was l1ke meeting the President or somethmg I llked the museum gardens I New York and Boston It felt l1ke we were meetxng the greats The best part was not the hxstorrcal but the contemporarv We were all exc1ted to fmd that people are st1ll pamtrng

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ARE YOU T KI G ME FOR GR ITE'?,' Granite changes to gneiss only when it contacts heat and pressure. Black Hills '75 was an intense summer of contact, and all who went came back with a bit of inner metamorphosis. We lived in close contact with profs and their families, those great people of science who took their work so seriously . . . Doc DeVries: Can Doc come out and play? Sure, let me get my soccer shoes! Nancy Perrin: reported kidnap- ping a VW at 2 a.m. finals' night. Dr. Bruce: seen leading his' troop of Bio Beasties Crnajorsl off to the bushlands at 5 a.m. in search of the 50 bugs and 50 birds out there somewhere. Doc Leedy: frequently trailed by a marching line of Bio Beasties singing Happy Little Morons to the tune of Frere Jacques. Doc Van Dyke: overheard giving the Baby Bios Cnon-rnajorsl his famous lecture series on the sex life of the pine cone. Doc Luckman: don't know about you folks, but I certainly don't want to cook out in the rainf' We in turn took our studies very seriously. Is this rhyolitic porphyry or porphyritic rhyolite? Botany kids fell exhausted on the pool deck after a rigorous morning picking wildflowers. One unavoidable area of contact was with each other. Six kids per bunkroom, plus mice and hiking boots, called for close fellowship! With weekly campouts and field trips, we spent hours in the blue Dodge vans, literally thrown together on winding mountain roads. We worked in crews to set up camp and shivered together-10 to a tarp-under the bright Dakota stars. Some of us became instant buddies, others needed a summer of painful growth to reach a casual conversation stage. We contacted Nature, crawling, hiking, tubing, and climbing all over them hills, from the murky depths of Jewel Cave to Harney Peak's summit, from icy Rapid Creek to the jagged cliffs of John- son's Siding. Nature contacted us with a mid- summer tornado that felled trees and whipped tents right out of the ground. These daily contacts-the fellowship, studies of God's beautiful, orderly crea- tion, and quiet times alone-brought us closer to the people and the earth, close to God's own heart. We came back to the indoor campus with fossil bookends, a few cases of poison ivy, and some fresh green leaves of inner growth. j.w.Y