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Show COLLEGE WofiU ff THE CAMPUS is a tight little world. The people live saturated with its beauty. They hear pigeons moan like wind around the white, smooth walls of the Park building. They see the cherry trees bloom in the spring and the wind rustle yellow leaves against the ivy covered walls of the Physics building in the autumn. They smell pine needles and cherry blossoms and chemicals and good food. They feel the excitement of foot' ball games in the fall, the snow washing against their faces in the winter, and love or religion or poetry or something somewhere inside them in the spring. There are lots of buildings with lots of offices-for the President, the Chronicle, the class officers, the Humbug, the teachers and the deans. There are pine trees, cherry trees, cottonwoods, and the only tulip tree in Utah; and beautiful green lawns, and smoking areas. Big shots bellow at stooges from Union building win' dows. Politicos make deals. Editors hand out assignments, collect salaries, and agitate for more freedom, more money, and more support. It is just like the world outside, only not as fatal. Everyone is trying to make way for himself. The big names on top direct and win the honors. It is about them that the Chronicle writes and the scandals start. Just as the architectural styles on the campus are dissimilar, so are the students1 ambitions-they seek the activity they know best and want most. It is a world of organize tions, of leaders and planners, and secret symbols and holy brotherhoods, and keen competition, and big, fine buildings, and growth and preparation. But even the most callous will admit it is fun, this tight little imitation of the big world, this University with its system all its own. They find it fun because it is filled with the change and the life and the hope of youth-and the beauty. Look at it. This is their world. |
