Harpur College 1965 Yearbook (Binghamton, NY) - Full Access

'"' 7 JJ / ~ _,- Dr. Bartle retired, but this caused no gnashing of teeth, it was a year without traumas. After two years of turmoil, there was noth– ing which could shake us up anymore, not even Bill Hynes as editor of the CN. As we studied through the hot June and played stickball and sat on the patio watching the passing scene, as sen– iors tried to finish theses, there was a kind of peace at last. The bulldozers were still shaping the physical Harpur, but the essen– tial (that is to say, the metaphysical, intangible and extra-natural) Harpur had already changed. The inferiority complex was gone, and with it, the mass apathy. We knew that we were in a kind of womb, in an unreal world, and we knew that such a life was ephemeral and we would soon be out in the cold, in the brute world. So we sat on the patio and read and looked at the people - and soon we would look no more and fight our battles else– where, in a world we were being taught to understand, but didn't. ~