January 26, 1967 ‑ to be remembered as The Day of the Big Snow, or The Day It Snowed So Much They Had To Close the School. That, in itself, is quite an accomplishment ‑ for the weather.

It was funny, though, the way the first foot of snow affected people. True, it was only 12 inches. Maybe it shouldn't have made such a difference, but one had only to look around to see it.

Observed in the parking lot:

Kids going around the lot helping to start a car, dig it out, or push it through.

It didn't matter really if one was "collegiate" or "grease," as long as he was the possessor of: 1. football-type muscles, 2. mechanical knowledge, or 3. a shovel.

Observed in the building:

A few hundred kids waiting around till 7:30 p.m. for buses that never arrived or cars that never left the driveway.

But if one couldn't get a ride from someone he knew, chances were that he could get one from someone‑anyone‑going his way.

We don't want to tarnish the atmosphere of the day by labeling it Team Spirit or Brotherhood; we merely want to point it out to the critics of the spirit at Maine.

There's plenty of spirit around. It's all in knowing where to look.

There's more to spirit than games and pep rallies.