Wofford College - Bohemian Yearbook (Spartanburg, SC)

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SPRING Spring here was like a drunk man; it was reckless and uncontrolled, splashing color and fragrance onto the Wofford campus. The robin and the blue sky came first, then the camellias and, finally, the azaleas. Spring was as unconcerned and uninhibited as a young man in firstlove. But more than the color and the fragrance, spring brought the feeling and the desire— mixing memory and desire. It made us want to get hot so we could quench our thirst; it made us want to run and shout so we could know the sweet physical feeling of being tired. Yes, there was an itching. We tried coffee and cigarettes and when they didn ' t work, we uncon- sciously reached for another cigarette. The itching was there, and we laughed when someone remarked that it was the same with a houn ' dog. We laughed, but we disagreed a little. Spring was like a drunk man. 29

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By the end of February, all that remained of winter was slush. We stood on the cleaned sidewalk, still clothed in our heavy coats, and looked back at him as though he were one we were not sorry to see die. We looked back one last time to see what he had done to our campus and to us; then we walked into March and sent our heavy coats home. 28

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Cadet Witmer and date twist it. By the night of the MiKtary Ball, we were ready for spring. She was coming, but she was in no hurry. We waited Hke a boy expecting the girl he loves. We looked repeatedly at our watches, and we knew she would be here because the itch- ing was there. Col. Griffin presents roses to Miss Ruth Lee Phillips, sponsor for Scabbard and Blade. The PRs execute the saber salute for Cadet Ingle and Maida. It was there that night when we shaved and stepped into our uniforms— those of us who had them— and picked up our dates. The key had turned— we were ready to jook it, and the Catahnas provided a way. 30