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BY JIM HOOD
I was wandering around
the other afternoon, trying to
convince myself that spring
was at long last here.
All the signs were right: the
grass was greener, the maple
blossoms were already
staining the sidewalks, the
willows were gingerly green
ing their drooping branches,
and, to my surprise and
delight, the wild violets on
the path in the woods were
already open. Who could
deny that the sun was being
more generous with its warmth
than it had been in months?
Yet in all the excitement of
the blooming and greening,
something was yet to arrive;
there was still a nagging in
the back of my brain.
In the past I have considered
spring in a number of ways.
I have thought of the March
visitor in the traditional
manner: as the birth and
growth of new life; a refresh
ing break after winter's kill.
I have envisioned spring
simply as a return to hot
weather (Miamians tend to see
it this way). And I have chosen
at one time more recently to
see spring not as a birth at
all, but as the death of winter.
Winter is the only secret
season. The others, each in
its own way, are chronic
exhibitors of their fortunes:
spring of new growth,
summer of over growth, fall
of color and fruit. Winter
conceals its treasures.
Spring Thoughts
They hide beneath the cover
ing of autumn leaves upon the
forest, and inside the bared
branches oaks and maples
raise toward the sky. Spring
steals the secrecy and displays
it to the world. Spring
murders winter's quietude
with its loud blossoms, yet I
could never want it another
way.
Perhaps what was missing
from spring this time was a
new look at its wonders. I
am probably more acutely
aware of spring's blooming
this year than ever before. I
see myself noticing more
closely each tree that is
opening its new leaves,
daffodils that are spraying
their yellow across lawns,
and even weeds that have
flowers I never saw before.
But in this greater awareness,
in this more specific appraisal
of spring, I seem to have
lost the purer perspective of
ignorance.
You may very well wish to
ask what kind of perspective
one can gain from a lack of
knowledge about any subject,
but think about it for a moment.
Once you acquire knowledge
about something your relation
ship to it is permanently
altered. A painting never
looks the same after it has
been analyzed for color,
texture, shading, and so forth.
I do not mean to give the im
pression that one perspective
The Guilfordian
Bryan to Sponsor Charity Dance
On March 25, 1977, start
ing at 9:00 p.m. the charity
marathon dance sponsored by
Bryan Hall will begin. All
proceeds will go to the
Kendall Center for the retard
ed. Many prizes will be
given away including free
movie passes, steak dinners,
and record albums. Plus
twenty-five dollars will be
given to the winners of the
marathon.
Admission is only 25C per
person, or 500 per couple,
and everyone at Guilford is
invited. Couples who wish to
participate in the marathon
please register at Founder's
information desk by Thursday,
March 24.* Everybody else
just come and dance, and win
prizes. The music will consist
of 50's, 60's, and 70's rock
is any better than the other.
Each has its own greatness.
It is worthwhile to note
though that one can experience
that which he knows nothing
about, in any more tangible
sense, in an innocent fashion,
and still experience it as
genuinely as the expert.
As I learn more about the
mechanics of spring, its
colors alter: they do not
become any brighter or any
less joyous, but they are
changed. It saddens me to
lose a part of myself, this more
innocent perspective, and
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n' roll, soul, beach and top
40.
Rules
1) One ten minute break will
be given every two hours.
2) A challenge dance will be
given every half hour to 45
minutes to prevent people
from just shuffling all
night.
3) There will be no running in
circle sessions.
4) Any marathon couple who
sits down or leaves the dance
will be expected to remain out
of the marathon part of the
dance at anytime except a
break. Any violation of this
rule will mean immediate
disqualification of the couple
involved.
5) All marathoners who win a
door prize (given away every
it scares me to know I am that
susceptible to change.
It is both exciting and
reassuring to see spring in
a new light. Now the missing
part is in place. The swelling
buds are no longer some
strange phenomena offering
no explanation. They have
become a mass of furiously
divided cells, each division
effected toward a common
goal. Some of the mystery
of spring is gone, yet some
remains. How do those ener
getic cells in a maple bud
know what to do: when to
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half hour) will be expected to
pick the prize up at the end of
the dance and signify by calling
out that they have won so that
we won't give their prize to
a later winner. Everybody else
will be expected to pick up
their prize immediately after
their number is called.
6) The winning couple will
receive $25.00.
7) If more than one couple is
still dancing at 5:00 a.m.,
their back numbers will be put
in a bowl and one number
picked by a third party. The
couple that had the chosen
number will receive the
money.
For any additional infor
mation please contact Dou u
Davis or Jim Weiner in
Bryan A-32 or call 855-3907.
divide, how many times,
where to go? The mystery is
changed.
Yesterday I saw trout
lilies, tritiums, and blood
roots with their bold flowers
of yellow, red, and white. I
find assurance in that I am
completely spellbound by the
fragile beauty of these spring
offerings. Spring has come
and through its sensible quali
ties are different, in my loss
I find a gain. My apples
should be coming up soon.