Class Day 1956

I met an old man yesterday, It was evening and the sun was Burning yellow

Down below the mountains, and the air Was very blue and still.

We fell to talking of the time and place, I said I would be finished soon And leaving the college town.

Then he asked me what my four years there had meant,

And when I paused to think He told me finding out was very simple The trick was to remember what you were And then subtracting that from what you are, You have your answer. Smiling then, he turned and walked away.

I've thought that over now a little while, And I think he's right, although I can't be sure Of either what I was or what I am Perhaps tomorrow or a little later, Each of us will know.

Seniors listening to the Class Day speakers at exercises held in the Bema.