1945

Very little mail has come, and consequently there is no news this month. Instead, here are a few lines which must bring back some cherished memories.

DARTMOUTH UNDYING?

There are those of us who haven't forgotten and never will forget Dartmouth and the splendor and the fullness of her days. Remember those sharp and misty mornings, the clanging bells, her sparkling noons, the crowding into Commons? Will we ever forget our first appearance as freshmen, the old cry "Hey, '45 out!," and our feeling of complete insignificance and amazement at the whirl of activity around us? How we gaped at the fraternity life and helplessly watch Houseparties pass by while we sat on the sidelines, honored only with the privilege of removing our green freshman hats.

Then what a tremendous shock December 7th brought—Dartmouth's pride and joy, Winter Carnival, was canceled, but we managed to hold Green Key the next spring. Remember our dance in Commons, the "liquid" diets, and usual inclement weather plaguing weekends? We weren't really part of Dartmouth yet, but we were fast becoming attached to her. Then most unforgettable of all—rushing, and our chance to instill some Dartmouth spirit into the new freshmen. Many of us were soon called away and really began to sense what an effect Dartmouth had had on us, and then came the realization that she and all her elements had found a place in our hearts. Here is a living, gentle spirit which cannot be broken and will not be forgotten. No matter when, no matter where, "though 'round the girdled earth they roam, her spell on them remains."

Today, Dartmouth like a wise old prophet quietly awaits the passing of this trying period and the return of her sons, while she too bears a new and different burden. The long white afternoons still prevail, and the twilight glow lends an uncanny pensive atmosphere to the town. The full moon beams down on a campus trod by many strange feet whose wearers have nearly trampled under tradition and have walked on the very corners of our hearts. Fraternity Row stands silent and nostalgic, and one can almost see phantom parties and hear shouts and laughter there. Now a cloud passes slowly over the moon, symbolic of the darkness surrounding us all, and the whole world seems to shake itself into oblivion .... a terrific, crashing, thundering din drives away all sanity for a short moment; and then, slowly, the moonlight filters down again on a silent, peaceful scene.

Yes, Dartmouth will live on, and her spirit will live on in us. Dartmouth, there is no music for our singing, nor any words to bear the burden of our praise. "... .by the light of many thousand sunsets, Dartmouth Undying like a vision starts." No, we will never forget those gleaming, dreaming walls of Dartmouth which have been so miraculously builded in our hearts.

Secretary, COSO, Robinson Hall, Hanover, N. H. Treasurer, 4th Class Man West Point, N. Y.