Wilson College - Conococheague Yearbook (Chambersburg, PA)

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C61 ffl 0 lflfld QE L! Q!! 'CEWttdllfl them, loses part of its own peculiar sub- stance. The faculty picture is perennial, but the faces will change with the years. The campus is ever familiar, but the map will be redrawn. No, the same events and the same people will never again combine so fclici- tously, of that eacl1 class is sure. 0 Is life at Wilson then, a thing ephemeral, mere fragment of a melodyg or is it a song, strong and true, to be part of us always, ever returning in elusive phrases which hint of the wealth of living behind them? livery good song is a happy blend of unity and variety-unity of character and variety of expression. Perhaps we may think of Vlfilson years as a song-a song in which the melody changes. lest it grow monotonous, yet in which the harmonious accompaniment is a consistent force to make each note a part of a well-knit whole. 0 A musical theme is a series of figures on which a song is builtg the accompaniment, a harmonic arrangement of chord tones about the melody. Our theme will be the body of administrators, faculty and stu- dents around which thc pattern of Wilson life is builtg our accompaniment, those fa- miliar events of college life which by attach- ing themselves to the the'nc. have become irrevocably a part of it. 0 Here then. is our song. our memories made visible, that we may always remember what it would impoverish us to forget. 99

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': 1 5 ALM Mid a group of pines and maples, Near a gently flowing stream Stands our lovely college campus, What a peaceful spot it seems. ln the beauty of the morning There's a sweetness unsurpassedg When the twilight shadows deepen 'l'here's a peace until the last. Wilson, how we love to hear it More and more throughout the years 'Tis a balm for every sorrow. It will banish all our tears. To her dear departed daughters 'Tis a magic as of yore, And within our memories glowing lt will dwell forever more. For there is no place like Wilson Though we search o'er land and sea. She is small, but she is mighty And she's wonderful to me. For her name is Alma Mater, And welll ever stand as one Firmly pledged to love and honor Till the sands of life are run. YBERTH A Pb IFER 71 A MATER